I'd be up for the challenge, really depends on how high we want to go. [He lets his hand drift across Leo's neck, brushing very gently against bruising hickies.] We'd just have to spend a lot of time here, today, tomorrow, the next day...
[Its a flight of fancy to even picture they can run off that much, but right now, Peter is indulging as he starts rocking on Leo's member. A slow start to a rhythm.]
[He hums as he rests his hands on Peter's thighs, gives them a gentle squeeze before he starts moving. Now he's just determined to see how long he can hold a conversation while Peter's intent on this.]
Maybe not daily but - once week? Biweekly? Just routine forage excursion, the two of us?
[When Peter starts speeding up, Leo lets out little pants of breath in time, rolling his hips to meet him.]
Oh- Gladly. No one's gonna question that if I say it. [They will. His family will absolutely question it the next time he says they're going, and the third time they will one hundred percent know what's up. They'll just hopefully have the decency to leave them alone.]
We'll try to bring something back, and make it more believable. [He pants back. He keeps the pace relatively even for a moment before shifting enough to catch both of Leo's wrists.
If his husband yields with him, Peter is just going to draw them back over Leo's head, pinning them in place.] Keep those there.
[He bites his bottom lip at their hips meeting, breathing out at the friction.]
We're pretending you're caught in my web. [He teases back. If it wasn't a waste of resources, Peter would use actual web fluid to tie Leo down.] Remember the last time we did that?
[Something wanting and hungry fills his eyes as he looks up at Peter saying that. It's been a while; they never really got to have a honeymoon, given the situation with the Krang and all, just day blocked off for privacy. It had been seen as a one time special occasion to use the web fluid, a feeling Leo still thinks about sometime.
[He leans his head back, groaning Peter's name at the physical sensations happening here. Rolling his hips up.
It had been nice the last time they did this, and it's nice now. To just... let go. He's been having to make life changing decisions every day of his life since the Krang got out of their prison, and sometimes... It's a rare chance, but sometimes, it's nice to let go, let someone else make decisions for him for a bit.
He doesn't think he could have survived this long without Peter.]
[Peter's teeth graze at a bruise already trying to take shape on Leo's shoulder, trying to deepen it. The roll of his hips makes Peter whine a little.
Later Peter will be a little embarrassed by how badly he marked Leo up, but right now he's basking in it. A possessive little feeling tight in his chest. He loves his husband, he wants to keep Leo all to himself just for a while.]
[He gives a little triumphant HA at that. He's so pleased by that determination of Peter's, and he will gladly acquiesce to it. Leo welcomes any and all bruises and possessive claims to him; it's his husband after all. They're allowed.]
Then I guess you better get started. [Pressing that button again, letting his tail flick up and just tickle Peter a little. A tease.]
[The button pressing is definitely working, Peter presses his face against Leo's neck, just nosing into him at first. This is the world's most aggressive nuzzle in progress.
The tease just makes him huff a little. For that, he pulls himself back up off of Leo, along the way running his hands along his husband's sides, settling at his hips. He squeezes Leo's hips possessively, shifting his legs just a little to spread them wide.
He slides off of Leo with a low whine. He moves to settle between his husband's legs again, and bite his inner thigh.]
[Soon as Peter's pulling himself off, he whines high in his throat. Unfair - this is unfair. But as soon as he feels Peter's lips against his leg, he starts to reach down to stroke his hair.
And then stops himself. Right. Web. Stuck in that web and he's going to play along like a good husband who is, admittedly, very into this. He idly wonders if they could find some soft cloth or something sometime-]
[Peter nuzzles into Leo's leg, working on biting his way down Leo's inner thigh. His breath is hot against the skin. He lingers on a few bites, intending bit leave bruising behind there too.]
Beyond me keeping you in my 'web'? Probably just wearing you out. Because you're cute when you're tired. [An easy moment of honesty there.]
Oh, as opposed to any other time? I'm always cute.
[And attractive, but he knows he doesn't have to convince Peter of that. Of the four brothers, he'd won that particular genetic lottery having the most photogenic boy band face even as they've gotten older.
He squeezes his fists above his hand, just resituating himself where he is with Peter's current fixation.]
I like your noises. Your chirps, your trills. [Peter muses against Leo's leg, still working his way across the exposed skin. Biting with intent that Leo will feel it later when he puts pants on.] They're some of my favorite noises, next to your laugh.
[He tries to keep his leg still in the spirit of the bit, but it's so difficult when Peter's breath tickles and he keeps looking down and seeing himself at full attention. Leo bites down on his lip humming out a laugh.]
When we're having sex, you let them out a little more. [Peter teases, taking mild mercy on Leo. He reaches out to ghost his fingers across the length of Leo's shaft. A tease to make him want to squirm.]
[Peter huffs against the skin of Leo's inner thigh, releasing his hold to lay his leg flat. He playfully mimes sticking it down with his free hand, jerking Leo off with the other.]
You've always been cute, handsome, gorgeous. [Peter says as much easily, whilst still actively tormenting his spouse lovingly.]
[Okay, so leg flat and still but pizza supreme he wants to buck up so bad into his hand. He grips his hands tighter into fists to make up for not being "able" to move them.]
I just like reminding you. Because its cute when you get a little swagger. I can see your tail wiggling under your pants. [Given how serious and stark their lives have become, seeing that brief bit of before feels good sometimes.
He drags out his strokes, just enjoying how much Leo is already fidgety from the teasing.]
I know I look good. I'm just- me? [Peter feels comfortable in his body, content with who he is now. He just doesn't see himself as a knock out in the way Leo insists he is.]
[His face turns some kind of color at that. He didn't know Peter even looked at that, let alone did it on purpose for that reason.
But he whines high in his throat with that teasing of his hand, feeling himself twitching the longer Peter just toys with him.]
And - you know? Just you? They all think you're a great guy. Mild Mannered Peter Parker. They have no idea what a menace you are. I know the truth though.
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Wonder if we can expand the count here. Might take some work. A lot of hours. Think you'd be up for the challenge?
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[Its a flight of fancy to even picture they can run off that much, but right now, Peter is indulging as he starts rocking on Leo's member. A slow start to a rhythm.]
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Maybe not daily but - once week? Biweekly? Just routine forage excursion, the two of us?
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Oh- Gladly. No one's gonna question that if I say it. [They will. His family will absolutely question it the next time he says they're going, and the third time they will one hundred percent know what's up. They'll just hopefully have the decency to leave them alone.]
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If his husband yields with him, Peter is just going to draw them back over Leo's head, pinning them in place.] Keep those there.
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He never said he'd be a quiet participant.]
Yeah? Something in mind?
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We're pretending you're caught in my web. [He teases back. If it wasn't a waste of resources, Peter would use actual web fluid to tie Leo down.] Remember the last time we did that?
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He whispers so quietly:] Oh fuck yes.
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Obviously, they can't perfectly replicate it. Even out here, neither want to waste a resource that could save a life.
But they can pretend.]
You're stuck just where I put you. This is all my web, and I got you just where I want you. [He whispers against Leo's neck.]
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It had been nice the last time they did this, and it's nice now. To just... let go. He's been having to make life changing decisions every day of his life since the Krang got out of their prison, and sometimes... It's a rare chance, but sometimes, it's nice to let go, let someone else make decisions for him for a bit.
He doesn't think he could have survived this long without Peter.]
You'll have to move me where you want me, then.
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Later Peter will be a little embarrassed by how badly he marked Leo up, but right now he's basking in it. A possessive little feeling tight in his chest. He loves his husband, he wants to keep Leo all to himself just for a while.]
I'm planning on carrying you home.
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Then I guess you better get started. [Pressing that button again, letting his tail flick up and just tickle Peter a little. A tease.]
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The tease just makes him huff a little. For that, he pulls himself back up off of Leo, along the way running his hands along his husband's sides, settling at his hips. He squeezes Leo's hips possessively, shifting his legs just a little to spread them wide.
He slides off of Leo with a low whine. He moves to settle between his husband's legs again, and bite his inner thigh.]
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And then stops himself. Right. Web. Stuck in that web and he's going to play along like a good husband who is, admittedly, very into this. He idly wonders if they could find some soft cloth or something sometime-]
Something else on the agenda then?
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Beyond me keeping you in my 'web'? Probably just wearing you out. Because you're cute when you're tired. [An easy moment of honesty there.]
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[And attractive, but he knows he doesn't have to convince Peter of that. Of the four brothers, he'd won that particular genetic lottery having the most photogenic boy band face even as they've gotten older.
He squeezes his fists above his hand, just resituating himself where he is with Peter's current fixation.]
But okay. Okay, sure. Wear me out.
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Yeah? I mean, you can hear those any time.
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I like it, a lot.
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What can I say? You bring out my cuter side with your own cute factor.
[Where as a teen, he'd do nothing but talk himself up. At least with Peter? He'll take the chance any time to flip it.]
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You've always been cute, handsome, gorgeous. [Peter says as much easily, whilst still actively tormenting his spouse lovingly.]
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[Okay, so leg flat and still but pizza supreme he wants to buck up so bad into his hand. He grips his hands tighter into fists to make up for not being "able" to move them.]
Do kinda wish you'd see yourself like that too.
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He drags out his strokes, just enjoying how much Leo is already fidgety from the teasing.]
I know I look good. I'm just- me? [Peter feels comfortable in his body, content with who he is now. He just doesn't see himself as a knock out in the way Leo insists he is.]
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But he whines high in his throat with that teasing of his hand, feeling himself twitching the longer Peter just toys with him.]
And - you know? Just you? They all think you're a great guy. Mild Mannered Peter Parker. They have no idea what a menace you are. I know the truth though.
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